Stavanger Bay build a heart made of armor

Pump. Kaskara wondered at the odd name, but said nothing; it was clear that Thistle Cloud was upset at the mention of her former alpha, and Kaskara knew that pain only too well. "I am sorry for your loss, Thistle Cloud. Losing a friend is never easy, though the pain becomes tolerable with time." She knew this from personal experience, though she didn't need to get into any detail just yet. She was sure from her tone and words, the bay's alpha could deduce this.

Kaskara was glad that Thistle and Junior's parents were friends, though she wasn't sure exactly how much. The last words Peregrine had spoken to her had not been kind ones, though she had only ever done kind and generous things for him: searching for his daughter, hunting for him, taking care of herself so the pack could thrive. But her lapse in judgement had been repaid by permanent banishment, and Kaskara knew that it was something she deserved for what she said that day.

But Thistle didn't need to know these things. With a smile, she said, "I'm glad you feel motherly toward Junior and are friendly with her parents. She'll be safe no matter where she goes."